Wind, rain: a snuggle under the covers morningDreamtime -- "dreaming of the way things might have been"?Someone asked: What short of revolution could remake the world to be more fair, peaceful, more encouraging of love?My new mantra: "lighten up": Eyes upward, facing mysteries of stars and heavens Heart lightened, to more merry, merry be I lighten the load to my aching shoulders, and find worlds of light and joy easier to carry I look to ancient wisdoms to enlighten my soul

What is power?Power is a word.Power is an idea.The Word is power.The Idea is power.Power is a distribution of energy, wealth, strength: Physical, material, mental, metaphysical, social.Power is that which allows us, Or we allow others, to havesway over their/our actions, emotions, limitations.Power is a rush of air, of water, of electrons, of words, of weapons, of will-- the force behind movement or stasis.

Study War No More

What lesson can be applied?When imperialist troops crash down upon a people's pride?When might as right meets the instinct to survive?When Midas greed lashes out to destroy?We've been here before, o my brethren, o my children --repeating the fouled lessons poured into our thirsty minds,pushing back the horror before our eyes with blinding rageforged into weapons by mortal foeswho hide in plain sight.The only thing I know --The lesson repeating agony in all our souls,Haunted by the pleading eyes and bloody heartsOf the slaughtered sacrifices to malignant gods --There is something vital here to learn.

Between

There are placesbeyond time and spacewhere we don't even knowwe wanderdelicately balancedbetween what could beand what we will allow.

Feudal Diffraction

It's not the color chart; it's the hierarchy.Hoarders of permission slips for resourcesthereby decide what gets done,which brick gets laid, or even fired,who lives well-rewarded,who scrapes til they no longer get by.It's not our dna that compels stupidity.Perhaps it's a kind of manic compulsion,depressive obsession,mass psychosis,St. Vitus line-dancing to a poisonedcaller's tune.What to do?Meme-web reconstruction in incrementsparadigm warping mindwavesrealigning the pulsing macrosphere/microspherebenign gibberish cyphoning through?Take back your time.Take back your right to self-valuation.Take back your placeoutside of the lines.If our needs, self-fulfilling desires, greaterecstatic glory and graceare to be basedon solid infrastructure,on fruitful interplay,on free and freeing expression,let us take hands inan undulating, beatific dancemoving in multi-rhythmeddirection.Let us be and do and feelthat which gives us permissionto be whole.

Create the vision.Move into it.Live there.Feel it growing through you.Play with it,seeing it from a wide range of perspectives.Delight in it.Laugh, dance, weep.Sing it out loud.Sing it softly as a lullaby.Now, slowly or quickly or however it feels right,create a stairway.Name each stair.Give each a folder of possibilities,more and more complete, concrete, living.Live out the life of your stairway,allowing it to lead you to the promisesyou would have made yourself and your visionas you became lovers entwined.

Pangea

My country is PeacePeople of Peaceare my compatriotsWarriors of Peacemove human energy,resources, time, mindswith weapons of artactive compassionrespect for the dignity of each and allWords of Peacespeak beyond structured languagesharing profoundlyin joygraceful dancingto music of each dawnenlivening Peace

on the threshold

before the eclipsebefore the dawnbefore we are given our missions,sent forward in timewe must be readywithout map or guidebook to preparewe must rise to the challengeendure the patience to exercisecontrol over every capillary,every synapse,every fiber of our being

it's not in the believing, butthe seeinga better world needs a new kindof warebe a warefor peace, for change,for consciousnessbefore the wake

Ringing the Changes

Seconds of afterlight, Sun lapsed into horizonQuiet of new snow, cold blanket to trees, roofs, roadGentle twilight, before the night, before all the freeze of laughter,bubbling partying, high hats and hands, desperate to ignite,to touch ice to ice and become.New Year searching forward, blind drunken eyes behind,leaking distilled tears denied. We are jolly good one and all.Revels, broken lyrics, misremembered, misunderstood;gladly clapping hand against back, strapping together tokeep upright, sloshing through traffic mottled snowslipping together, sliding to raucous tune,old fools' show, commemorative legends to pull out overbrandy and fire.Resolutions and revelations.Look into the molten glass, sparking visionsClean star twinkles ask not, glorying in terpsichore,no written lines obscure wide sky, open beyond horizonmistily expanding into rolling sea. Drink to the season,to oblivion, to ecstasies bequeathed in excess emotion,rolling, amniotic, amnesia of expectation. Breathe --vestigial gills awaken.This is the first measure of the first movementa pirouette, a dervishly delightfilled whirl.Cast upon this rocky estuary, dance inner wisethird eye calling dawn into destiny.

duelity

Duality, dichotomy, antipathyAll we see isblack and whitewrong and rightday and nightrunning blind into sharp edgesunneeded bloodshedSee: the world round, encompassing dimensions

In Memoriam

Oh my childrenNot so very long agoprobably in many places stillwe lived in communitiesin which we had pride and dignitySmall enough for everyone toknow your nameLarge enough for a diverseresource of skillsand personalitiesCaring, squabbling, challengingas familyAble to leap tall edificesand find a way when a waymust be foundEntrenched in lessons of former dayswhile planning for breaking future groundNot just a pretty mythlike solidarity of kith and kinCommunity, living withina solid sphere,a social network of mutual supportoften said to be what we are here for(I hear you sneer; you who tear down magic,hope, and trust)It could be, community,our prayed for cure (balancing salvation)to the follies of humanity'sdeadly loveof war

Teachersadmiring their wardsfinding with themquestions, keys and doors;realizing history is only destinywhen explorations cease;invitations from space and timecome completewith choices

A choir of voicesfrom softest sparkto fervent blazeTroops of effervescent playersSymphonies,drums at dawnInspiration and instructioncarried forth through song and stagevibrant murals painting onward age to ageTaking up the challenge of the talethat twists, turns, meandersproviding kaleidoscopic opportunityever to begin again

We need to make up storiesto be able to create realities.That's what separates sapienfrom beast.

Speak to the feastor famine.Sage, carnie, beggarCome to the play!

There was a Roman soldier bored with war,with whores, with bloody babies.Hoping to escape, he wrote a history,moved intohis Holy fantasy.It's but a Shangri-La, a piper's dream.Metal men, formed from clay,scream upon fields of battle,when nervescatch up with senses.Soothed with martial melodies,gratefully serve.

Listen, oh little one.The wind will catch you up as you sleep.You won't remember when you wake, weeping,how small, insignificant you are. Mommy assures,you're her own little star. Demons alone explainyour terror. You determineto do better. You soothe yourself with stories.You spin a tale of love within a dance.You spin yourself the center of romance,a home, a fortress, an emptiness fulfilled.

Like a child counting fireflies,alive in the darkened air,dare to immerse with sparkling wonder,to sharemore beautiful stories.

Acts of Magick

If it is to be done,We must go out and do itAction, once begun,Has beauty and power to itAiming true to courseNeeds thought and reflectionFeed movement from the sourceOf our yearn toward perfection

The play is never doneEach and every onePerforming through their partReinvents our start

So join the song, and sing your tuneDance strong beneathe a rousing MoonAnother day, another seedBursts out into the Sun

Rallying

The Secret to Happiness ~ We Are Happening!Find what brings you alive; and do it.(not what "I should" to prove that "I'm good," or goodat being bad)Maybe meet people enjoying it too;they who give layered texture to our view,expand our field of play.Lather, rinse, repeatas necessary.Take it out to the street when necessary.Do what you need to bewhat you want to see.Do what only you can.Make this happening grand!Do it today.